[center][color=0072bc][h3]Prologue: Caesar's Fall [/h3][/color][/center]

[i][u]March 15th, 2012 | 18:47:32[/u]
[u]Location: [REDACTED][/u][/i]

The recoil was all too familiar. Caesar practically felt it in slow-motion as he watched down the scope. [i]1... 2... hit[/i]. The few moments of calm were anticipated as Caesar watched the bullet penetrate the small, wooden crate in the warehouse. He watched the flames erupt, and the chain of explosions sent a cloud of flame and smoke into the air, clearly visible from miles around. Caesar took a second to relish in his shot, a simple one compared to his usual work, but threading a bullet through a two-inch gap from this distance was still impressive. Just as he was about to pack up his equipment, he noticed a movement from the factory doors. Multiple movements.

From behind the now-bent metal doors of the warehouse stumbled a few figures, smaller than he was expecting. He watched in horror, scanning what he had just done. A truck pulled up, and armed soldiers... no... agents bellowed out from the back. They wore the same colors... the same emblems that Caesar wore.

Caesar disassembled his sniper as he had been trained, quickly pocketing the single shell casing on the ground next to him. He did his best to not think about what had just happened. The pieces were assembling in his mind as the familiar sound of a Quinjet battered his ears. Caesar grabbed his gun-case and slid down the ladder as the spotlight graced over his sniper's nest, cleaned up except for a single item.

Minutes after Caesar's departure, the operatives had converged on the location. Lying on the roof of the garage was a single SHIELD badge with Caesar's identification number... a clear sign of Caesar's retirement.


[center][h3][color=0072bc]Jax[/color][/h3][/center]
[i][u]May 5th, 2012 | 05:36:23[/u]
[u]Location: Pier 78, Hell's Kitchen, New York City[/u][/i]

Jax sat on the small metal bench overlooking the ferry yards ahead of him. The workers were rather slow to start their morning routine in readying the ferry for today's tourists. A few tourists had already begun gathering, hoping to get their sightseeing tour of the New York Skyline in the early hours of the day. A man in a suit and tie sat down next to Jax, who was sporting his usual biker jacket and jeans. The suited man gave a small smile, not even looking in Jax's direction. "[color=92278f]Today is supposed to be great weather. Nice day for a boat ride.[/color]"

"[color=a2d39c]If you're trying to ask me out on a date, Myers, you should be a little more forward[/color]," Jax responded flippantly, as usual. "[color=92278f]I got you the files you wanted. I'm glad to see you trying to make new friends, but I feel like spying on them isn't exactly the best option, Caesar.[/color]"

Myers held out a small, heavy duty cell-phone. Jax gave a small smile and grabbed it, tapping the lock button to reveal a shield wallpaper. "[color=a2d39c]Caesar died on that rooftop. I go by Slingshot now... and you guys really need to stop putting your tacky logo on everything.[/color]" Jax pocketed the phone and stood up, walking towards his Diabola V65C.

Myers sat there for a moment, watching the former agent drive away at a breakneck speed East. "[color=92278f]Slingshot... that's the dumbest name I've ever heard.[/color]"